summary : you wanted the bad boy jeon jungkook even if he had a long term hot girlfriend. So you beg him to make you his secret.
pairing : bad boy jungkook x yn
warning : cheating / asshole jungkook ( he can Change or maybe not) , slut/body shaming / desperate yn / smut / morally bad
Status : series [drabble]
You stood behind the old gym building, fingers trembling as you held the small folded note in your hand, the one you had slipped into Jungkook’s locker just an hour ago. You had written your heart into those few lines, begging him to meet you here.
And he did.
Jungkook leaned against his black bike, leather jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, dark tattoos peeking from the edge of his sleeves. A lollipop in his mouth and that same careless smirk on his lips. His presence sucked the air out of your lungs.
"You wrote me that desperate little love note?" he asked, flicking the paper between his fingers mockingly. “Didn’t take you for the type.”
You gulped. “I... I know you have a girlfriend, but I don’t care. I-I’m not asking for much. Just—just give me a chance. We don’t have to tell anyone. I’ll be your secret. Please, I just want a piece of you.”
He blinked, and for a second you thought maybe he would consider it.
Then he laughed. Loud and cruel.
“A piece of me?” he smirk, eyes glinting like razors. “You think I’d throw my girl away for some lonely, pathetic chubby nerd who probably moans my name into her pillow at night?”
Your stomach dropped. The words were bullets.
“I won’t ruin anything, I swear,” you whispered. “She doesn’t have to know. No one has to. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me have you, even just a little...”
He stepped closer, towering over you, his breath minty and sharp. “You’re really that desperate, huh?”
You nodded, ashamed. You couldn't look up. Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I just... I think about you all the time.”
Jungkook scoffed. “Get a grip. This ain’t a movie, sweetheart. You're not the type of girl I even look at, especially not when I've already got a real woman.”
Then he walked past you, shoving your shoulder as he went. “Don’t ever embarrass yourself like this again.”
And just like that, you were left there.
Heart crushed. Dignity shattered.
But even through the tears that burned your eyes, a twisted part of you still longed for just one more glance from him.
summary : you wanted the bad boy jeon jungkook even if he had a long term hot girlfriend. So you beg him to make you his secret.
pairing : bad boy jungkook x yn
warning : cheating / asshole jungkook ( he can Change or maybe not) , slut/body shaming / desperate yn / smut / morally bad
Status : series [drabble]
You stood behind the old gym building, fingers trembling as you held the small folded note in your hand, the one you had slipped into Jungkook’s locker just an hour ago. You had written your heart into those few lines, begging him to meet you here.
And he did.
Jungkook leaned against his black bike, leather jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, dark tattoos peeking from the edge of his sleeves. A lollipop in his mouth and that same careless smirk on his lips. His presence sucked the air out of your lungs.
"You wrote me that desperate little love note?" he asked, flicking the paper between his fingers mockingly. “Didn’t take you for the type.”
You gulped. “I... I know you have a girlfriend, but I don’t care. I-I’m not asking for much. Just—just give me a chance. We don’t have to tell anyone. I’ll be your secret. Please, I just want a piece of you.”
He blinked, and for a second you thought maybe he would consider it.
Then he laughed. Loud and cruel.
“A piece of me?” he smirk, eyes glinting like razors. “You think I’d throw my girl away for some lonely, pathetic chubby nerd who probably moans my name into her pillow at night?”
Your stomach dropped. The words were bullets.
“I won’t ruin anything, I swear,” you whispered. “She doesn’t have to know. No one has to. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me have you, even just a little...”
He stepped closer, towering over you, his breath minty and sharp. “You’re really that desperate, huh?”
You nodded, ashamed. You couldn't look up. Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I just... I think about you all the time.”
Jungkook scoffed. “Get a grip. This ain’t a movie, sweetheart. You're not the type of girl I even look at, especially not when I've already got a real woman.”
Then he walked past you, shoving your shoulder as he went. “Don’t ever embarrass yourself like this again.”
And just like that, you were left there.
Heart crushed. Dignity shattered.
But even through the tears that burned your eyes, a twisted part of you still longed for just one more glance from him.
summary : you wanted the bad boy jeon jungkook even if he had a long term hot girlfriend. So you beg him to make you his secret.
pairing : bad boy jungkook x yn
warning : cheating / asshole jungkook ( he can Change or maybe not) , slut/body shaming / desperate yn / smut / morally bad
Status : series [drabble]
You stood behind the old gym building, fingers trembling as you held the small folded note in your hand, the one you had slipped into Jungkook’s locker just an hour ago. You had written your heart into those few lines, begging him to meet you here.
And he did.
Jungkook leaned against his black bike, leather jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, dark tattoos peeking from the edge of his sleeves. A lollipop in his mouth and that same careless smirk on his lips. His presence sucked the air out of your lungs.
"You wrote me that desperate little love note?" he asked, flicking the paper between his fingers mockingly. “Didn’t take you for the type.”
You gulped. “I... I know you have a girlfriend, but I don’t care. I-I’m not asking for much. Just—just give me a chance. We don’t have to tell anyone. I’ll be your secret. Please, I just want a piece of you.”
He blinked, and for a second you thought maybe he would consider it.
Then he laughed. Loud and cruel.
“A piece of me?” he smirk, eyes glinting like razors. “You think I’d throw my girl away for some lonely, pathetic chubby nerd who probably moans my name into her pillow at night?”
Your stomach dropped. The words were bullets.
“I won’t ruin anything, I swear,” you whispered. “She doesn’t have to know. No one has to. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me have you, even just a little...”
He stepped closer, towering over you, his breath minty and sharp. “You’re really that desperate, huh?”
You nodded, ashamed. You couldn't look up. Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I just... I think about you all the time.”
Jungkook scoffed. “Get a grip. This ain’t a movie, sweetheart. You're not the type of girl I even look at, especially not when I've already got a real woman.”
Then he walked past you, shoving your shoulder as he went. “Don’t ever embarrass yourself like this again.”
And just like that, you were left there.
Heart crushed. Dignity shattered.
But even through the tears that burned your eyes, a twisted part of you still longed for just one more glance from him.
"He broke into your house seeking refuge, but what he found was you — naked, showering behind glass. And instead of leaving, the most wanted criminal began to undress… and joined you without hesitation."
warning : smut, explicit content
News had been looping the same headline all evening: “Jeon Jungkook escapes custody, armed and extremely dangerous.”
But you didn’t care. The hot water streamed over your skin in the glass shower, fogging up the edges but not hiding you entirely. You let your head rest against the tile, eyes closed. Until your bathroom door creaked open. You froze. A soft click, A footstep. Someone was in your house.
Your heart pounded. You turned slowly, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. And then you saw him,Jeon Jungkook. His photo had been everywhere, ink-black hair wet from rain, jaw clenched, black hoodie clinging to his chest, gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes met yours through the foggy glass. You should’ve screamed. But neither of you moved. His gaze traveled slowly. There was hunger in it, not just for your body. He stepped closer, steam curling around him like smoke.
“I needed a place to hide,” his voice was low, gravelly. “Didn’t expect a show.”
You yanked a towel from the rack, wrapping it around yourself as your voice finally broke through. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” he whispered, eyes never leaving yours. “But now that I am, I don’t think I’m leaving.”
The towel barely clung to your damp skin as you backed into the tiled wall, pulse thudding in your ears. You didn’t know what terrified you more the fact that Jeon Jungkook was standing in your bathroom, or that your body didn’t feel afraid at all.
He didn’t lunge. Didn’t move fast. Just stared, rain still dripping from his lashes. You swallowed. “What do you want?”
He tilted his head, taking in your flushed face, the curve of your neck still glistening with water.
“To not be caught,” he said, then added, “And maybe, five more seconds of this view.”
Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t cover up more. Something in his gaze made you feel exposed and powerful all at once.
“I should call the cops,” you whispered, testing him. He stepped closer. You didn’t step away.
“You could,” he said, voice deep. “But by the time they get here, I’ll be gone. And maybe you’ll miss me.”
You hated how calm he was. How much he didn’t seem like the monster the news had painted him to be.
“Why here?” you asked. “Why my house?”
“I was running through the backyards. Yours had the only open door.” Then he glanced around the small bathroom, tension tightening in his shoulders. “I won’t hurt you. But I need to stay a few hours. Until it’s safe to move.”
“What if I say no?” you challenged.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll tie you up, Gently. You’re wet already.” You gasped & He smirked.
Your breath caught in your throat as Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes shamelessly scanning you up and down.
“You can finish your shower,” he said smoothly. “Don’t let me stop you.”
You blinked. “You want me to just… keep showering? With you standing there?”
He smirked, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything.”
Heat crawled down your neck. You should have been furious, you should have screamed, thrown something, told him to get out. But you didn’t. You held his gaze. “Turn around.”
He didn’t move. “No.”
Your chest rose and fell with your shaky breath. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.” His eyes trailed slowly, deliberately, over the curve of your bare shoulder. “But you’re not screaming. And you haven’t told me to leave. Why is that?” You hated how right he was.
The room was too quiet except for the soft patter of water still running. Finally, with a defiant lift of your chin, you dropped the towel. His breath hitched barely, but you saw it.
You stepped back into the shower, glass fogging again but not hiding anything. You let the water hit your skin, your heart hammering harder than ever. You could feel his stare. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But you heard the tension in every breath he took. You tilted your head slightly and said over your shoulder, “Enjoying the show, fugitive?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You have no idea.”
You pretended he wasn’t there, that a criminal wasn’t watching you bathe like it was the last beautiful thing he’d ever see. Then you heard it. The rustling of clothes. A hoodie dropping to the tile. The slow unbuckling of a belt. Your breath hitched. You didn’t turn around. But you could feel it, heat behind you. Closer and Closer. Then the sound of the shower door sliding open behind you. He stepped in bare.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Jeon Jungkook stood in the fog with tattoos trailing down his arms, chest rising slowly. He didn’t speak. Didn’t ask permission. Just stood behind you, the heat of his body hovering an inch from yours. Close enough that you could feel his breath at the back of your neck. His fingers brushed a strand of wet hair from your shoulder, letting them linger far too long.
"You let me in,” he murmured, “Don’t act like you didn’t want this.” You turned your head, eyes locked to his.
“I don’t even know you,” you whispered.
He leaned in, his lips nearly grazing your ear. “Then maybe you should get to know what I feel like first.”
You didn’t move, you couldn’t. Jungkook’s hand rose slowly, fingers skimming along your arm, trailing up to your shoulder. His touch wasn’t rough, It was careful and deliberate. Like he was testing how far you’d let him go. His chest pressed against your back, bare, Wet and Solid.
You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid down your waist, gripping you just firm enough to make your knees wobble. “You should tell me to stop,” he said, voice low and steady against your ear. “One word, and I’ll walk out of this shower. Out of your life.” But You stayed silent.
“Thought so,” he murmured, his lips over your shoulder before he finally kissed it slowly, possessively. You reached back without thinking, your hand finding his thigh, then sliding up, He groaned. “This isn’t how I planned tonight,” you whispered. He smiled against your skin. “Me neither. I was just supposed to hide.” He turned you gently, until your back pressed against the cool tile, and he was all you could see. His gaze darkened as it swept over you, droplets sliding between your curves, your lips parted and breathless.
“But now,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing yours without claiming them, “I want to taste the one thing that’s not mine.” Then he kissed you. His lips were on yours, but it didn’t stop there. Once Jungkook kissed you, devouring, desperate. As if you were the first warm body he’d touched in years, and the last one he ever would.
He trailed from your mouth to your jaw, tongue flicking your skin before he bit gently. You gasped, fingers tangling in his wet hair as his mouth found your neck, sucking a mark you’d feel for days.
“Jungkook—” you whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hands held you firmly against the tile, keeping you right where he wanted you, and his lips were everywhere, hot, wet kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, each touch setting you on fire. When he reached your chest, he paused, dark eyes flicking up, as if silently asking for one last chance to stop. But you arched toward him. That was all the permission he needed. His mouth closed over your breast, warm tongue circling before he sucked just enough to make your breath catch and your hips shift toward him.
He took his time worshipping every inch, hands never idle, roaming your sides, your thighs, gripping your hips so tightly.
You’d let a criminal into your house. Now he was breaking into your body like he belonged there.
Without warning, Jungkook’s hands slid down to your thighs and before you could speak,he lifted you, your back pressed flat against the cool tile as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. You gasped, your arms tightening around his shoulders for balance, your bare, slick body pinned completely to his. He looked at you like he was seconds from losing control.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” he rasped, eyes locked on yours as water trickled down both your bodies. “You opened that door. You let me see you… like this.” His hips pressed closer, the hard line of him nestling perfectly against your heat, making you whimper.
“And now,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, “I’m going to ruin you for every safe man you’ve ever known.”
He dipped his head, mouth claiming your breast again, harder this time tongue swirling, teeth grazing, his hands spreading you open around him as his hips rocked just enough to make you tremble. Every breath you took came out in moans.
He moved with slow, devastating purpose, grinding into you, his lips never staying in one place, cheek, throat, chest, jaw and all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. “Say my name,” he demanded.
“Jungkook…” He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “Louder.”
“Jungkook.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. And then he shifted just slightly the tension in your core tightening to something unbearable, something you’d never felt with anyone else. Your back hit the tile again as Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened.
“Keep your legs right there,” he growled.
You barely nodded before he shifted his hips and pushed in. You gasped, not from pain, but from how deep, how sudden, how intentional he moved. Jungkook filled you completely, stretching you to the edge of pleasure.
He groaned low in your ear, head falling against your shoulder. “So damn tight. Like your body was made for me.”
Your fingers clawed down his back, nails raking skin slick with water as he thrust again, harder this time, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing between the shower walls. There was nothing slow about him now. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each movement dragging moans from your throat, each snap of his hips pushing you higher. His hands guided your body like he owned it, fingers digging into your waist, forcing you to take every inch of him.
“You feel that?” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple. “No one else will ever make you feel like this. I’ll make sure of it.”
You whimpered his name, head tipping back as he sucked hard at your neck leaving another mark, another reminder that you were his. Jungkook growled, one hand slipping between your bodies to draw a slow, deliberate circle over your most sensitive spot. “Come for me,” he demanded, breath ragged. “Now.” And with one more thrust you did. Your whole body clenched around him, trembling as he groaned your name then buried himself deep once more as he followed you over the edge.
For a moment, the only sound was your breathing and the rush of the shower. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I was just supposed to hide,” he whispered. “But now I think I’ll never leave.”
"He broke into your house seeking refuge, but what he found was you — naked, showering behind glass. And instead of leaving, the most wanted criminal began to undress… and joined you without hesitation."
warning : smut, explicit content
News had been looping the same headline all evening: “Jeon Jungkook escapes custody, armed and extremely dangerous.”
But you didn’t care. The hot water streamed over your skin in the glass shower, fogging up the edges but not hiding you entirely. You let your head rest against the tile, eyes closed. Until your bathroom door creaked open. You froze. A soft click, A footstep. Someone was in your house.
Your heart pounded. You turned slowly, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. And then you saw him,Jeon Jungkook. His photo had been everywhere, ink-black hair wet from rain, jaw clenched, black hoodie clinging to his chest, gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes met yours through the foggy glass. You should’ve screamed. But neither of you moved. His gaze traveled slowly. There was hunger in it, not just for your body. He stepped closer, steam curling around him like smoke.
“I needed a place to hide,” his voice was low, gravelly. “Didn’t expect a show.”
You yanked a towel from the rack, wrapping it around yourself as your voice finally broke through. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” he whispered, eyes never leaving yours. “But now that I am, I don’t think I’m leaving.”
The towel barely clung to your damp skin as you backed into the tiled wall, pulse thudding in your ears. You didn’t know what terrified you more the fact that Jeon Jungkook was standing in your bathroom, or that your body didn’t feel afraid at all.
He didn’t lunge. Didn’t move fast. Just stared, rain still dripping from his lashes. You swallowed. “What do you want?”
He tilted his head, taking in your flushed face, the curve of your neck still glistening with water.
“To not be caught,” he said, then added, “And maybe, five more seconds of this view.”
Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t cover up more. Something in his gaze made you feel exposed and powerful all at once.
“I should call the cops,” you whispered, testing him. He stepped closer. You didn’t step away.
“You could,” he said, voice deep. “But by the time they get here, I’ll be gone. And maybe you’ll miss me.”
You hated how calm he was. How much he didn’t seem like the monster the news had painted him to be.
“Why here?” you asked. “Why my house?”
“I was running through the backyards. Yours had the only open door.” Then he glanced around the small bathroom, tension tightening in his shoulders. “I won’t hurt you. But I need to stay a few hours. Until it’s safe to move.”
“What if I say no?” you challenged.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll tie you up, Gently. You’re wet already.” You gasped & He smirked.
Your breath caught in your throat as Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes shamelessly scanning you up and down.
“You can finish your shower,” he said smoothly. “Don’t let me stop you.”
You blinked. “You want me to just… keep showering? With you standing there?”
He smirked, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything.”
Heat crawled down your neck. You should have been furious, you should have screamed, thrown something, told him to get out. But you didn’t. You held his gaze. “Turn around.”
He didn’t move. “No.”
Your chest rose and fell with your shaky breath. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.” His eyes trailed slowly, deliberately, over the curve of your bare shoulder. “But you’re not screaming. And you haven’t told me to leave. Why is that?” You hated how right he was.
The room was too quiet except for the soft patter of water still running. Finally, with a defiant lift of your chin, you dropped the towel. His breath hitched barely, but you saw it.
You stepped back into the shower, glass fogging again but not hiding anything. You let the water hit your skin, your heart hammering harder than ever. You could feel his stare. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But you heard the tension in every breath he took. You tilted your head slightly and said over your shoulder, “Enjoying the show, fugitive?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You have no idea.”
You pretended he wasn’t there, that a criminal wasn’t watching you bathe like it was the last beautiful thing he’d ever see. Then you heard it. The rustling of clothes. A hoodie dropping to the tile. The slow unbuckling of a belt. Your breath hitched. You didn’t turn around. But you could feel it, heat behind you. Closer and Closer. Then the sound of the shower door sliding open behind you. He stepped in bare.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Jeon Jungkook stood in the fog with tattoos trailing down his arms, chest rising slowly. He didn’t speak. Didn’t ask permission. Just stood behind you, the heat of his body hovering an inch from yours. Close enough that you could feel his breath at the back of your neck. His fingers brushed a strand of wet hair from your shoulder, letting them linger far too long.
"You let me in,” he murmured, “Don’t act like you didn’t want this.” You turned your head, eyes locked to his.
“I don’t even know you,” you whispered.
He leaned in, his lips nearly grazing your ear. “Then maybe you should get to know what I feel like first.”
You didn’t move, you couldn’t. Jungkook’s hand rose slowly, fingers skimming along your arm, trailing up to your shoulder. His touch wasn’t rough, It was careful and deliberate. Like he was testing how far you’d let him go. His chest pressed against your back, bare, Wet and Solid.
You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid down your waist, gripping you just firm enough to make your knees wobble. “You should tell me to stop,” he said, voice low and steady against your ear. “One word, and I’ll walk out of this shower. Out of your life.” But You stayed silent.
“Thought so,” he murmured, his lips over your shoulder before he finally kissed it slowly, possessively. You reached back without thinking, your hand finding his thigh, then sliding up, He groaned. “This isn’t how I planned tonight,” you whispered. He smiled against your skin. “Me neither. I was just supposed to hide.” He turned you gently, until your back pressed against the cool tile, and he was all you could see. His gaze darkened as it swept over you, droplets sliding between your curves, your lips parted and breathless.
“But now,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing yours without claiming them, “I want to taste the one thing that’s not mine.” Then he kissed you. His lips were on yours, but it didn’t stop there. Once Jungkook kissed you, devouring, desperate. As if you were the first warm body he’d touched in years, and the last one he ever would.
He trailed from your mouth to your jaw, tongue flicking your skin before he bit gently. You gasped, fingers tangling in his wet hair as his mouth found your neck, sucking a mark you’d feel for days.
“Jungkook—” you whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hands held you firmly against the tile, keeping you right where he wanted you, and his lips were everywhere, hot, wet kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, each touch setting you on fire. When he reached your chest, he paused, dark eyes flicking up, as if silently asking for one last chance to stop. But you arched toward him. That was all the permission he needed. His mouth closed over your breast, warm tongue circling before he sucked just enough to make your breath catch and your hips shift toward him.
He took his time worshipping every inch, hands never idle, roaming your sides, your thighs, gripping your hips so tightly.
You’d let a criminal into your house. Now he was breaking into your body like he belonged there.
Without warning, Jungkook’s hands slid down to your thighs and before you could speak,he lifted you, your back pressed flat against the cool tile as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. You gasped, your arms tightening around his shoulders for balance, your bare, slick body pinned completely to his. He looked at you like he was seconds from losing control.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” he rasped, eyes locked on yours as water trickled down both your bodies. “You opened that door. You let me see you… like this.” His hips pressed closer, the hard line of him nestling perfectly against your heat, making you whimper.
“And now,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, “I’m going to ruin you for every safe man you’ve ever known.”
He dipped his head, mouth claiming your breast again, harder this time tongue swirling, teeth grazing, his hands spreading you open around him as his hips rocked just enough to make you tremble. Every breath you took came out in moans.
He moved with slow, devastating purpose, grinding into you, his lips never staying in one place, cheek, throat, chest, jaw and all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. “Say my name,” he demanded.
“Jungkook…” He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “Louder.”
“Jungkook.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. And then he shifted just slightly the tension in your core tightening to something unbearable, something you’d never felt with anyone else. Your back hit the tile again as Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened.
“Keep your legs right there,” he growled.
You barely nodded before he shifted his hips and pushed in. You gasped, not from pain, but from how deep, how sudden, how intentional he moved. Jungkook filled you completely, stretching you to the edge of pleasure.
He groaned low in your ear, head falling against your shoulder. “So damn tight. Like your body was made for me.”
Your fingers clawed down his back, nails raking skin slick with water as he thrust again, harder this time, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing between the shower walls. There was nothing slow about him now. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each movement dragging moans from your throat, each snap of his hips pushing you higher. His hands guided your body like he owned it, fingers digging into your waist, forcing you to take every inch of him.
“You feel that?” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple. “No one else will ever make you feel like this. I’ll make sure of it.”
You whimpered his name, head tipping back as he sucked hard at your neck leaving another mark, another reminder that you were his. Jungkook growled, one hand slipping between your bodies to draw a slow, deliberate circle over your most sensitive spot. “Come for me,” he demanded, breath ragged. “Now.” And with one more thrust you did. Your whole body clenched around him, trembling as he groaned your name then buried himself deep once more as he followed you over the edge.
For a moment, the only sound was your breathing and the rush of the shower. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I was just supposed to hide,” he whispered. “But now I think I’ll never leave.”
summary : you wanted the bad boy jeon jungkook even if he had a long term hot girlfriend. So you beg him to make you his secret.
pairing : bad boy jungkook x yn
warning : cheating / asshole jungkook ( he can Change or maybe not) , slut/body shaming / desperate yn / smut / morally bad
Status : series
You stood behind the old gym building, fingers trembling as you held the small folded note in your hand, the one you had slipped into Jungkook’s locker just an hour ago. You had written your heart into those few lines, begging him to meet you here.
And he did.
Jungkook leaned against his black bike, leather jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, dark tattoos peeking from the edge of his sleeves. A lollipop in his mouth and that same careless smirk on his lips. His presence sucked the air out of your lungs.
"You wrote me that desperate little love note?" he asked, flicking the paper between his fingers mockingly. “Didn’t take you for the type.”
You gulped. “I... I know you have a girlfriend, but I don’t care. I-I’m not asking for much. Just—just give me a chance. We don’t have to tell anyone. I’ll be your secret. Please, I just want a piece of you.”
He blinked, and for a second you thought maybe he would consider it.
Then he laughed. Loud and cruel.
“A piece of me?” he smirk, eyes glinting like razors. “You think I’d throw my girl away for some lonely, pathetic chubby nerd who probably moans my name into her pillow at night?”
Your stomach dropped. The words were bullets.
“I won’t ruin anything, I swear,” you whispered. “She doesn’t have to know. No one has to. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me have you, even just a little...”
He stepped closer, towering over you, his breath minty and sharp. “You’re really that desperate, huh?”
You nodded, ashamed. You couldn't look up. Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I just... I think about you all the time.”
Jungkook scoffed. “Get a grip. This ain’t a movie, sweetheart. You're not the type of girl I even look at, especially not when I've already got a real woman.”
Then he walked past you, shoving your shoulder as he went. “Don’t ever embarrass yourself like this again.”
And just like that, you were left there.
Heart crushed. Dignity shattered.
But even through the tears that burned your eyes, a twisted part of you still longed for just one more glance from him.
"He broke into your house seeking refuge, but what he found was you — naked, showering behind glass. And instead of leaving, the most wanted criminal began to undress… and joined you without hesitation."
warning : smut, explicit content
News had been looping the same headline all evening: “Jeon Jungkook escapes custody, armed and extremely dangerous.”
But you didn’t care. The hot water streamed over your skin in the glass shower, fogging up the edges but not hiding you entirely. You let your head rest against the tile, eyes closed. Until your bathroom door creaked open. You froze. A soft click, A footstep. Someone was in your house.
Your heart pounded. You turned slowly, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. And then you saw him,Jeon Jungkook. His photo had been everywhere, ink-black hair wet from rain, jaw clenched, black hoodie clinging to his chest, gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes met yours through the foggy glass. You should’ve screamed. But neither of you moved. His gaze traveled slowly. There was hunger in it, not just for your body. He stepped closer, steam curling around him like smoke.
“I needed a place to hide,” his voice was low, gravelly. “Didn’t expect a show.”
You yanked a towel from the rack, wrapping it around yourself as your voice finally broke through. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” he whispered, eyes never leaving yours. “But now that I am, I don’t think I’m leaving.”
The towel barely clung to your damp skin as you backed into the tiled wall, pulse thudding in your ears. You didn’t know what terrified you more the fact that Jeon Jungkook was standing in your bathroom, or that your body didn’t feel afraid at all.
He didn’t lunge. Didn’t move fast. Just stared, rain still dripping from his lashes. You swallowed. “What do you want?”
He tilted his head, taking in your flushed face, the curve of your neck still glistening with water.
“To not be caught,” he said, then added, “And maybe, five more seconds of this view.”
Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t cover up more. Something in his gaze made you feel exposed and powerful all at once.
“I should call the cops,” you whispered, testing him. He stepped closer. You didn’t step away.
“You could,” he said, voice deep. “But by the time they get here, I’ll be gone. And maybe you’ll miss me.”
You hated how calm he was. How much he didn’t seem like the monster the news had painted him to be.
“Why here?” you asked. “Why my house?”
“I was running through the backyards. Yours had the only open door.” Then he glanced around the small bathroom, tension tightening in his shoulders. “I won’t hurt you. But I need to stay a few hours. Until it’s safe to move.”
“What if I say no?” you challenged.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll tie you up, Gently. You’re wet already.” You gasped & He smirked.
Your breath caught in your throat as Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes shamelessly scanning you up and down.
“You can finish your shower,” he said smoothly. “Don’t let me stop you.”
You blinked. “You want me to just… keep showering? With you standing there?”
He smirked, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything.”
Heat crawled down your neck. You should have been furious, you should have screamed, thrown something, told him to get out. But you didn’t. You held his gaze. “Turn around.”
He didn’t move. “No.”
Your chest rose and fell with your shaky breath. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.” His eyes trailed slowly, deliberately, over the curve of your bare shoulder. “But you’re not screaming. And you haven’t told me to leave. Why is that?” You hated how right he was.
The room was too quiet except for the soft patter of water still running. Finally, with a defiant lift of your chin, you dropped the towel. His breath hitched barely, but you saw it.
You stepped back into the shower, glass fogging again but not hiding anything. You let the water hit your skin, your heart hammering harder than ever. You could feel his stare. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But you heard the tension in every breath he took. You tilted your head slightly and said over your shoulder, “Enjoying the show, fugitive?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You have no idea.”
You pretended he wasn’t there, that a criminal wasn’t watching you bathe like it was the last beautiful thing he’d ever see. Then you heard it. The rustling of clothes. A hoodie dropping to the tile. The slow unbuckling of a belt. Your breath hitched. You didn’t turn around. But you could feel it, heat behind you. Closer and Closer. Then the sound of the shower door sliding open behind you. He stepped in bare.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Jeon Jungkook stood in the fog with tattoos trailing down his arms, chest rising slowly. He didn’t speak. Didn’t ask permission. Just stood behind you, the heat of his body hovering an inch from yours. Close enough that you could feel his breath at the back of your neck. His fingers brushed a strand of wet hair from your shoulder, letting them linger far too long.
"You let me in,” he murmured, “Don’t act like you didn’t want this.” You turned your head, eyes locked to his.
“I don’t even know you,” you whispered.
He leaned in, his lips nearly grazing your ear. “Then maybe you should get to know what I feel like first.”
You didn’t move, you couldn’t. Jungkook’s hand rose slowly, fingers skimming along your arm, trailing up to your shoulder. His touch wasn’t rough, It was careful and deliberate. Like he was testing how far you’d let him go. His chest pressed against your back, bare, Wet and Solid.
You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid down your waist, gripping you just firm enough to make your knees wobble. “You should tell me to stop,” he said, voice low and steady against your ear. “One word, and I’ll walk out of this shower. Out of your life.” But You stayed silent.
“Thought so,” he murmured, his lips over your shoulder before he finally kissed it slowly, possessively. You reached back without thinking, your hand finding his thigh, then sliding up, He groaned. “This isn’t how I planned tonight,” you whispered. He smiled against your skin. “Me neither. I was just supposed to hide.” He turned you gently, until your back pressed against the cool tile, and he was all you could see. His gaze darkened as it swept over you, droplets sliding between your curves, your lips parted and breathless.
“But now,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing yours without claiming them, “I want to taste the one thing that’s not mine.” Then he kissed you. His lips were on yours, but it didn’t stop there. Once Jungkook kissed you, devouring, desperate. As if you were the first warm body he’d touched in years, and the last one he ever would.
He trailed from your mouth to your jaw, tongue flicking your skin before he bit gently. You gasped, fingers tangling in his wet hair as his mouth found your neck, sucking a mark you’d feel for days.
“Jungkook—” you whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hands held you firmly against the tile, keeping you right where he wanted you, and his lips were everywhere, hot, wet kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, each touch setting you on fire. When he reached your chest, he paused, dark eyes flicking up, as if silently asking for one last chance to stop. But you arched toward him. That was all the permission he needed. His mouth closed over your breast, warm tongue circling before he sucked just enough to make your breath catch and your hips shift toward him.
He took his time worshipping every inch, hands never idle, roaming your sides, your thighs, gripping your hips so tightly.
You’d let a criminal into your house. Now he was breaking into your body like he belonged there.
Without warning, Jungkook’s hands slid down to your thighs and before you could speak,he lifted you, your back pressed flat against the cool tile as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. You gasped, your arms tightening around his shoulders for balance, your bare, slick body pinned completely to his. He looked at you like he was seconds from losing control.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” he rasped, eyes locked on yours as water trickled down both your bodies. “You opened that door. You let me see you… like this.” His hips pressed closer, the hard line of him nestling perfectly against your heat, making you whimper.
“And now,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, “I’m going to ruin you for every safe man you’ve ever known.”
He dipped his head, mouth claiming your breast again, harder this time tongue swirling, teeth grazing, his hands spreading you open around him as his hips rocked just enough to make you tremble. Every breath you took came out in moans.
He moved with slow, devastating purpose, grinding into you, his lips never staying in one place, cheek, throat, chest, jaw and all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. “Say my name,” he demanded.
“Jungkook…” He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “Louder.”
“Jungkook.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. And then he shifted just slightly the tension in your core tightening to something unbearable, something you’d never felt with anyone else. Your back hit the tile again as Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened.
“Keep your legs right there,” he growled.
You barely nodded before he shifted his hips and pushed in. You gasped, not from pain, but from how deep, how sudden, how intentional he moved. Jungkook filled you completely, stretching you to the edge of pleasure.
He groaned low in your ear, head falling against your shoulder. “So damn tight. Like your body was made for me.”
Your fingers clawed down his back, nails raking skin slick with water as he thrust again, harder this time, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing between the shower walls. There was nothing slow about him now. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each movement dragging moans from your throat, each snap of his hips pushing you higher. His hands guided your body like he owned it, fingers digging into your waist, forcing you to take every inch of him.
“You feel that?” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple. “No one else will ever make you feel like this. I’ll make sure of it.”
You whimpered his name, head tipping back as he sucked hard at your neck leaving another mark, another reminder that you were his. Jungkook growled, one hand slipping between your bodies to draw a slow, deliberate circle over your most sensitive spot. “Come for me,” he demanded, breath ragged. “Now.” And with one more thrust you did. Your whole body clenched around him, trembling as he groaned your name then buried himself deep once more as he followed you over the edge.
For a moment, the only sound was your breathing and the rush of the shower. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I was just supposed to hide,” he whispered. “But now I think I’ll never leave.”
"He broke into your house seeking refuge, but what he found was you — naked, showering behind glass. And instead of leaving, the most wanted criminal began to undress… and joined you without hesitation."
warning : smut, explicit content
News had been looping the same headline all evening: “Jeon Jungkook escapes custody, armed and extremely dangerous.”
But you didn’t care. The hot water streamed over your skin in the glass shower, fogging up the edges but not hiding you entirely. You let your head rest against the tile, eyes closed. Until your bathroom door creaked open. You froze. A soft click, A footstep. Someone was in your house.
Your heart pounded. You turned slowly, eyes wide, breath caught in your throat. And then you saw him,Jeon Jungkook. His photo had been everywhere, ink-black hair wet from rain, jaw clenched, black hoodie clinging to his chest, gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes met yours through the foggy glass. You should’ve screamed. But neither of you moved. His gaze traveled slowly. There was hunger in it, not just for your body. He stepped closer, steam curling around him like smoke.
“I needed a place to hide,” his voice was low, gravelly. “Didn’t expect a show.”
You yanked a towel from the rack, wrapping it around yourself as your voice finally broke through. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” he whispered, eyes never leaving yours. “But now that I am, I don’t think I’m leaving.”
The towel barely clung to your damp skin as you backed into the tiled wall, pulse thudding in your ears. You didn’t know what terrified you more the fact that Jeon Jungkook was standing in your bathroom, or that your body didn’t feel afraid at all.
He didn’t lunge. Didn’t move fast. Just stared, rain still dripping from his lashes. You swallowed. “What do you want?”
He tilted his head, taking in your flushed face, the curve of your neck still glistening with water.
“To not be caught,” he said, then added, “And maybe, five more seconds of this view.”
Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t cover up more. Something in his gaze made you feel exposed and powerful all at once.
“I should call the cops,” you whispered, testing him. He stepped closer. You didn’t step away.
“You could,” he said, voice deep. “But by the time they get here, I’ll be gone. And maybe you’ll miss me.”
You hated how calm he was. How much he didn’t seem like the monster the news had painted him to be.
“Why here?” you asked. “Why my house?”
“I was running through the backyards. Yours had the only open door.” Then he glanced around the small bathroom, tension tightening in his shoulders. “I won’t hurt you. But I need to stay a few hours. Until it’s safe to move.”
“What if I say no?” you challenged.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “Then I’ll tie you up, Gently. You’re wet already.” You gasped & He smirked.
Your breath caught in your throat as Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes shamelessly scanning you up and down.
“You can finish your shower,” he said smoothly. “Don’t let me stop you.”
You blinked. “You want me to just… keep showering? With you standing there?”
He smirked, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything.”
Heat crawled down your neck. You should have been furious, you should have screamed, thrown something, told him to get out. But you didn’t. You held his gaze. “Turn around.”
He didn’t move. “No.”
Your chest rose and fell with your shaky breath. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.” His eyes trailed slowly, deliberately, over the curve of your bare shoulder. “But you’re not screaming. And you haven’t told me to leave. Why is that?” You hated how right he was.
The room was too quiet except for the soft patter of water still running. Finally, with a defiant lift of your chin, you dropped the towel. His breath hitched barely, but you saw it.
You stepped back into the shower, glass fogging again but not hiding anything. You let the water hit your skin, your heart hammering harder than ever. You could feel his stare. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But you heard the tension in every breath he took. You tilted your head slightly and said over your shoulder, “Enjoying the show, fugitive?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You have no idea.”
You pretended he wasn’t there, that a criminal wasn’t watching you bathe like it was the last beautiful thing he’d ever see. Then you heard it. The rustling of clothes. A hoodie dropping to the tile. The slow unbuckling of a belt. Your breath hitched. You didn’t turn around. But you could feel it, heat behind you. Closer and Closer. Then the sound of the shower door sliding open behind you. He stepped in bare.
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Jeon Jungkook stood in the fog with tattoos trailing down his arms, chest rising slowly. He didn’t speak. Didn’t ask permission. Just stood behind you, the heat of his body hovering an inch from yours. Close enough that you could feel his breath at the back of your neck. His fingers brushed a strand of wet hair from your shoulder, letting them linger far too long.
"You let me in,” he murmured, “Don’t act like you didn’t want this.” You turned your head, eyes locked to his.
“I don’t even know you,” you whispered.
He leaned in, his lips nearly grazing your ear. “Then maybe you should get to know what I feel like first.”
You didn’t move, you couldn’t. Jungkook’s hand rose slowly, fingers skimming along your arm, trailing up to your shoulder. His touch wasn’t rough, It was careful and deliberate. Like he was testing how far you’d let him go. His chest pressed against your back, bare, Wet and Solid.
You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid down your waist, gripping you just firm enough to make your knees wobble. “You should tell me to stop,” he said, voice low and steady against your ear. “One word, and I’ll walk out of this shower. Out of your life.” But You stayed silent.
“Thought so,” he murmured, his lips over your shoulder before he finally kissed it slowly, possessively. You reached back without thinking, your hand finding his thigh, then sliding up, He groaned. “This isn’t how I planned tonight,” you whispered. He smiled against your skin. “Me neither. I was just supposed to hide.” He turned you gently, until your back pressed against the cool tile, and he was all you could see. His gaze darkened as it swept over you, droplets sliding between your curves, your lips parted and breathless.
“But now,” he said, leaning in, lips brushing yours without claiming them, “I want to taste the one thing that’s not mine.” Then he kissed you. His lips were on yours, but it didn’t stop there. Once Jungkook kissed you, devouring, desperate. As if you were the first warm body he’d touched in years, and the last one he ever would.
He trailed from your mouth to your jaw, tongue flicking your skin before he bit gently. You gasped, fingers tangling in his wet hair as his mouth found your neck, sucking a mark you’d feel for days.
“Jungkook—” you whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hands held you firmly against the tile, keeping you right where he wanted you, and his lips were everywhere, hot, wet kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, each touch setting you on fire. When he reached your chest, he paused, dark eyes flicking up, as if silently asking for one last chance to stop. But you arched toward him. That was all the permission he needed. His mouth closed over your breast, warm tongue circling before he sucked just enough to make your breath catch and your hips shift toward him.
He took his time worshipping every inch, hands never idle, roaming your sides, your thighs, gripping your hips so tightly.
You’d let a criminal into your house. Now he was breaking into your body like he belonged there.
Without warning, Jungkook’s hands slid down to your thighs and before you could speak,he lifted you, your back pressed flat against the cool tile as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. You gasped, your arms tightening around his shoulders for balance, your bare, slick body pinned completely to his. He looked at you like he was seconds from losing control.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” he rasped, eyes locked on yours as water trickled down both your bodies. “You opened that door. You let me see you… like this.” His hips pressed closer, the hard line of him nestling perfectly against your heat, making you whimper.
“And now,” he growled, voice low and wrecked, “I’m going to ruin you for every safe man you’ve ever known.”
He dipped his head, mouth claiming your breast again, harder this time tongue swirling, teeth grazing, his hands spreading you open around him as his hips rocked just enough to make you tremble. Every breath you took came out in moans.
He moved with slow, devastating purpose, grinding into you, his lips never staying in one place, cheek, throat, chest, jaw and all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. “Say my name,” he demanded.
“Jungkook…” He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “Louder.”
“Jungkook.” A wicked smile tugged at his lips. And then he shifted just slightly the tension in your core tightening to something unbearable, something you’d never felt with anyone else. Your back hit the tile again as Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened.
“Keep your legs right there,” he growled.
You barely nodded before he shifted his hips and pushed in. You gasped, not from pain, but from how deep, how sudden, how intentional he moved. Jungkook filled you completely, stretching you to the edge of pleasure.
He groaned low in your ear, head falling against your shoulder. “So damn tight. Like your body was made for me.”
Your fingers clawed down his back, nails raking skin slick with water as he thrust again, harder this time, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing between the shower walls. There was nothing slow about him now. He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, each movement dragging moans from your throat, each snap of his hips pushing you higher. His hands guided your body like he owned it, fingers digging into your waist, forcing you to take every inch of him.
“You feel that?” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple. “No one else will ever make you feel like this. I’ll make sure of it.”
You whimpered his name, head tipping back as he sucked hard at your neck leaving another mark, another reminder that you were his. Jungkook growled, one hand slipping between your bodies to draw a slow, deliberate circle over your most sensitive spot. “Come for me,” he demanded, breath ragged. “Now.” And with one more thrust you did. Your whole body clenched around him, trembling as he groaned your name then buried himself deep once more as he followed you over the edge.
For a moment, the only sound was your breathing and the rush of the shower. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I was just supposed to hide,” he whispered. “But now I think I’ll never leave.”
